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Wednesday 18 June 2008

heaven

.
when i die
. . .and if
there's a heaven
. . .and if
she invites me in ,
will i still be able to smell & taste,
to see & hear & feel?
for there are memories i need
saved for after & forever

like the smell of the sun after the rain
and aretha franklin singing natural woman
and the taste of your lips between sips
of that ginger tea you like so much
and the look in your eyes when I know
that you love me most completely


and the way you shuffle when
we're funkin' out to those sweet soul beats
as we pave our way one room at a time
over every squeaky inch
of this old hardwood floor

flooded by the rhythm
which has taken over
our bodies,

immersed
in a heartbeat
of perpetual
joy.
.

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